South

The southern part of the city has a chic family-oriented sort of charm to it. Here, small locally owned shops run rampant, neighbors often know each other by name, and the monthly socials are an event not to be missed. In the South, children can often be seen safely playing in the park or on sidewalks and in the weekends, families often take to the beach to enjoy the warm waters surrounding the city.

What You'll Find Here

Ascension Center of Equitation
Beachside Bar & Bistro
Hyde Park
The Outskirts
The University of Sacrosanct

Ascension Center of Equitation

The Ascension Center of Equitation is the epicenter of the Dark Hunter Cavalry Unit. Originally a high-class facility for show-jumping, Ascension now caters entirely to the Cavalry Unit. Here the Dark Hunters learn how to ride and fight upon the backs of horses - many of which are Were's themselves.
Home of: The Cavalry

Beachside Bar & Bistro

Resting right on the beach near the small, locally owned shops and markets sits a bar and bistro with an elegant yet modern interior. There is seating both indoors and outdoors on the back patio where one can enjoy the melodic sounds of saltwater waves and fresh air. The menu consists of French dishes alongside American and Seafood choices and a wide range of liquors at the bar inside to accommodate the varied tastes and cravings of its customers. It is a charming little establishment that allows for those needing a break from the busy city streets to come and unwind.

Owner Adelaide Labelle

Waitress Abigail Hughes
Hostess Malia Tate

Hyde Park

Hyde Place takes up a large part of the Southern side of the city and includes a large playground, several fountains, and a small garden. The park is open from five in the morning till midnight though many shady characters may visit this place while it's technically "closed". The park has also been a venue for several concerts and hosts many holiday-related events. Under a full moon, witches are often seen here for the sacred ground beneath the iconic Weeping Beech.

The Outskirts

Beyond the city limits and over the bridge lies the deep, dark, and almost impenetrable forest. Often seen as a way to guard this magical city against the world that surrounds it, many are entirely ignorant of the evil that may creep between those tree trunks. Many were-creatures use the forest for the transformations of their newest members and some even take to hunting here. It isn't particularly peculiar for people to go missing within this forest but once you get through, the rest of the world awaits.

The University of Sacrosanct

The University of Sacrosanct offers some of the top programs in the nation with its outstanding campus and specialized faculty. The University places a high focus both upon educating future generations but also on research to help revolutionize the world. The University welcomes the talent of students across the world to enroll and unlock their unlimited potential. With applications from across the nation, classes fill up quickly.

BA in Plant Biology Abigail Hughes

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Posted on January 27, 2019 by serafina dubois
South


The impish young witch was hardly perturbed by the amount of attention she was likely garnishing with her antics. She was aware of that glare that Azrael presented those who contemplated coming to the woman's rescue, all too certain of her boyfriend's capability to chase off any impending presence with a mere glance of those hardened irises. Azrael near effortlessly swung her petite figure into his arms - nestling her against his chest. She had, over the last year or so, come to enjoy that very position. It was curious that Azrael had, somehow, slowly begun to prompt a sense of security and safety within her. So much of her life had lacked such peace of mind that she found herself weary to even allow those warm sensations to take too great of a hold upon her. And yet, with his lips upon hers, it was so easy to get lost within Azrael. That press of Azrael's lips against her own was fleeting and yet, with that discussion of Serafina's Halloween costume, there was a promise within the air of more to come behind the closed doors of her townhome. Frankly, she was glad to be done with training, for now. With a yawn on her lips, Serafina stretched out her figure, as if that very training had been a struggle compared to her usual life.

Her stormy gaze fluttered towards her boyfriend as Azrael reached to pick up the majority of that equipment, leaving several of the lighter pieces for Serafina herself. The young girl hardly hesitated to assist, carrying those foam objects towards the Aston Martin and the trunk that awaited them. Serafina followed Azrael towards the passenger side, allowing him to open that door as had become near customary for the pair. Comfortably, she settled into her seat as Azrael moved about to his own door. She nestled back into the leather as Azrael turned the engine over, prompt that vehicle to roar to life beneath them. Smoothly, the Dark Hunter navigated the sports car away from the edge of the curb, only for silence to settle between them. It hardly perturbed the young witch in the slightest, however, her own thoughts focused upon just what she intended to do while she was away rather then what, exactly, that vacation would consist of. After all, she had little notion of what such a trip might consist of, much less that foreign country Azrael wished to take her to. Her stormy gaze shifted only at the sound of Azrael's voice, that inquiry had quite clearly been lingering upon his mind, the frown on the corner of his features nearly indicating such as the streetlights around them flickered on overhead.

A small simper fleetingly crossed her features at Azrael's concerns that her parents had been some sort of earth loving, magic wielding, nonconformists. Sometimes, she liked to think of them that way. Sometimes, it was easier than to consider she had simply been as unwanted enough to be abandoned. As it was, Serafina had long ago made peace with her parent's lack of involvement within her life, the young woman distinctly unperturbed by that line of questioning. As a child, she had questioned where her parents were frequently. She'd dreamed of them somehow finding her and taking her back to their warm, comfortable, loving home - especially on the winter nights when the bitter cold cut through whatever thin, dirty blanket she had when they all gathered around a makeshift fire beneath the highway. She had tried to find them once, or at least, had asked how she might and yet, with no name and no identity of her own, it had become impossible to find any soul she might be related to. That surprise upon Azrael's features was, admittedly, unexpected, after all, she had informed him that she hadn't had parents before...hadn't she? She hardly paused, however, simply providing the man what glimpse she thought necessary of her childhood. Her own retelling of that story was...distinctly factual, the young woman hardly expending her emotions upon those things she certainly couldn't change.

She watched as Azrael's gaze shifted towards the road, the truth of her past nearly stunning him to silence in a way that was atypical for her usually vocal Dark Hunter. Her eyebrow rose as she watched him for a moment, shifting in her seat only to get more comfortable, even though she knew how much Azrael disliked her shoes against the leather. It hardly seemed like he would chastise her now, after all. She watched as his hands tightened on the steering wheel only for his gaze to flutter back towards her. Really, it was kind of sweet just how upset he seemed to be by this whole affair, even if she was certain it was unnecessary. The young witch merely shrugged it off. "Azrael, it was a long time ago." She reassured him and yet, how his mind seemed to linger upon that very place that had been so meant to be her death. She watched as his hand lifted to run through his hair, that apology upon his lips prompted a soft chuckle from the generally indifferent witch. "I mean...I would argue that there was someone there. I was rescued from the dumpster, after all." She knew what he meant, of course. Her parents should have been there, maybe, someone to gift her some resemblance of justice, a government system to put her in proper foster care and yet, Serafina would have argued that someone had been there when she needed it most, even if that homeless woman's intentions hadn't been entirely pure.

The last thing Serafina had anticipated was the sheer determination that filled Azrael's voice as he turned towards her, declaring it was time for her to exist. A warm smile spread across her features as she leaned over that center console, easily twisting around that seatbelt. Her lips pressed against Azrael's cheek. "That's...sweet of you, Alekai." It was rare that Serafina voiced her boyfriend's true first name and yet, with all that Azrael was offering to do for her, she felt it was...appropriate. She leaned back in her seat, considering the offer that Azrael had provided her. Her stormy gaze shifted towards the world outside as she commented softly, "Serafina is all I've ever been. I don't know who else I would want to be." She admitted, though it hadn't been the name her parents had given her, Serafina had become who she was all the same. Her gaze shifted back towards Azrael as he questioned about her real parents and yet, slowly she shook her head. "No, I mean...what would it matter now? They don't want me." A shrug crossed her features, the woman entirely factual. She was fine with simply being nothing but a distant memory to them...whoever they were. It was, however, Azrael's inquiry of her last name, however, that prompted that first glimpse of hesitance within the girl as her gaze shifted away from him, a strikingly rare blush crossing her cheeks. "You're going to laugh. You have to promise not to laugh." She declared as she settled back in her chair, already prepared for those chuckles she knew would come.

serafina dubois


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